JACOB KINGSTON WAITED anxiously at the tiny airport in Brigham City, Utah, for the private jet. His new business partner from Los Angeles was arriving on this frigid January day in 2012, and Jacob desperately wanted to make a good impression. Too embarrassed to bring his humble Toyota Tercel, he had rented a Cadillac Escalade to pick up his guest.
Jacob, a beefy 35-year-old with a large forehead topping a rectangular face and wide-open eyes, had high hopes for this visit. After all, he had three wives and many children to support. Jacob was already one of the top earners of the Davis County Cooperative Society—also known as the Order—a breakaway Mormon polygamist sect based in Salt Lake City that emphasized “consecrating” its members’ income back to the group. But, of course, one could always do better.
Jacob had known his new partner, Lev Dermen, for only a couple of weeks, but the man obviously knew something about making money. The thickly built Armenian immigrant who stepped off the plane, a pair of bodyguards in tow, controlled a small empire of truck stops and gas stations across Southern California.
Once they had settled in to the capacious Escalade’s leather seats, Jacob drove Dermen half an hour north through high mountain-rimmed flatlands to the remote hamlet of Plymouth. The town is home to some 460 people, and to the operation Dermen had come to see: Jacob’s biodiesel plant, a recently built complex of storage tanks, prefab buildings, and trucks. Jacob’s wife Sally and other staff members turned out to greet Dermen with a gift basket of Armenian fruits and a cowboy hat. The visit went well. After touring the plant, Dermen invited Jacob and Sally to dinner. “We’re going to Seattle,” he explained casually.
A few hours later, Jacob and Sally found themselves aboard Dermen’s jet, en route to Washington. That evening in Seattle, Dermen took them to a friend’s house where they dined on sushi while a hired Russian singer serenaded the group. Dermen and his friends were still partying at 2 am when Sally and Jacob—whose religious beliefs discourage drinking alcohol—went off to the hotel room Dermen had arranged for them. On the way to the airport the next day, Dermen stopped off at a seafood store. “Do you like crab and lobster?” he asked. They did. According to Jacob, Dermen proceeded to buy out the store’s entire stock—about 15 boxes—and give it to the couple as a gift.
Jacob’s world, up to this point, had not involved private jets or impulse buys of cases of lobster. At the time he met Dermen, he was living with Sally and their children in a cabin where, as he later said, “the heat didn’t work, the water didn’t work, and it had rats and snakes.” Dermen’s lifestyle looked mightily appealing. And in a surprisingly short time, Jacob would be living it himself. He and Dermen were about to embark on a byzantine series of business ventures that would involve barges of recycled grease, real estate from Texas to Turkey, forged paperwork, phantom truck trips—and swindling the federal government out of hundreds of millions of dollars.
IN 1890, WHEN the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints—better known as the Mormons—renounced polygamy, many of its members considered the move heresy. Forty-odd years later, in the depths of the Depression, a white-haired die-hard named Elden Kingston, husband to five wives and father of 17 children, convinced a few other families to join him in establishing a communal splinter sect on some land just north of Salt Lake City. They would pool their wealth, exalt the taking of multiple wives, and generally live a rigorously observant life. While other such fundamentalist sects have set up shop in dilapidated compounds in remote parts of the West, the better to avoid the temptations of the outside world and the attention of law enforcement, the several thousand members of the Order—also sometimes simply called the Kingston group—mostly live in and around Salt Lake City. They wear ordinary clothes, work ordinary jobs, and generally blend in.
The Kingston group is organized along strictly hierarchical lines, summed up in the teaching of “one above the other.” Men defer to their fathers, and on up the chain to the sect’s hierarchy of “numbered men,” a ranked list of powerful and honored members. Founder Elden Kingston was number one; the Order’s current leader, Paul Kingston, is number nine.
Collectively, the Kingston group has built up a sizable economic base. Order members control more than 100 businesses across the American West, including a grocery store, pawn shops, a casino, a cattle ranch, and a tactical firearms company recently visited by Donald Trump Jr. Family members make up much of the workforce. Many of those workers, according to former members, are children; girls file and answer phones in the group’s offices, and boys work on the ranches and in factories. Mary Nelson, a former member who left the Order, says she was put to work in the group’s central financial office when she was just 6 years old. “That was normal to me,” she says. “That’s how I grew up. The Order school bus would drop a lot of kids off at the office to start working after school.” (A spokesperson for the Order says that allegations of illegal child labor are false.)
Women often marry young as well. The Salt Lake Tribune has reported that since 1997, at least 65 Kingston group girls under the age of 18 have been married. Jacob’s dad, John Kingston, husband of at least 14 wives and father to some 120 children, was imprisoned in 1998 after pleading no contest to charges that he beat his 16-year-old daughter unconscious after she ran away from an arranged marriage to her uncle.
Jacob Kingston, one of Paul’s favored nephews, is number 95 in the hierarchy. He grew up in Salt Lake City, the second oldest of seven kids in a small two-bedroom house. He also has scores of half-brothers and half-sisters, whom his father sired with a dozen-odd other wives.
As a descendant of the group’s second leader, Jacob’s bloodline supposedly goes straight back to Jesus. Jacob’s behavior, however, wasn’t exactly Christlike. “He was a troublemaker,” says Jacob’s former wife Julianna Johnson, who is also his aunt. “He did stupid, childish stuff as a teenager, like skipping school, vandalizing stuff.” He once spray-painted a stripe down her cat’s back, she recalls. Other former members remember him as an arrogant kid who made fun of overweight people.
Jacob worked summers on his father’s cattle ranch in northern Utah, where he started learning about machines. By the time he was 17, he’d moved out of his mom’s house and married his first wife, Sally, also 17. He married Julianna, his second wife, two years later. She was 15 at the time.
Julianna left the Order and Jacob nearly 20 years ago, she says, largely because her marriage was so awful. She hadn’t wanted to get married in the first place, but her family pressured her into accepting Jacob’s proposal. “He never treated me well as a wife,” she says. On nights Jacob was supposed to spend with her, according to Julianna, he’d show up at midnight, after spending the evening with Sally.
His home life notwithstanding, Jacob was a steady student. He went on to earn a PhD in mechanical engineering from the University of Utah. By the time he graduated, he and Sally already had half a dozen children. That’s a lot of mouths for anyone to feed. While he was at university, though, Jacob had heard about a small but fast-growing industry that sounded like a good prospect.
When she was 17, in 2013, Mary climbed out of her bedroom window and ran across a field. Bryan Nelson, an outsider she was dating—they met at community college—was waiting on the other side to take her away with him. The two were married soon after. (This kind of thing happens often enough that there are four seasons of a reality show called Escaping Polygamy, which follows ex-Kingston group wives as they help others escape their own and other, similar groups.)
Sickened by the Order’s practices, which they claim include sexual abuse as well as incest, child labor, and fraud, Mary and Bryan Nelson have since made it their mission to expose the group. “I want to see the Order dismantled, and its leaders pay the price for what they’ve done to all the thousands of people they control,” Mary says. (The spokesman for the Order said, “To allege widespread fraud of any kind is completely false.”)
During the years Mary worked in the Kingston group’s central office, she helped process financial records, including some pertaining to Washakie, the most lucrative Order-affiliated business. She and Bryan gathered documents and mapped out the Kingstons’ labyrinthine family tree on paper, and then tried to get the Feds’ attention.
“It’s extremely hard getting a meeting with the FBI,” Bryan says. “Eventually I got the cell number of the local FBI office head. I called him up and tried to explain the Order in one phone call. That’s not easy.” In January 2014, at the agent’s request, Bryan sent an email summarizing information he claimed to have about the Order—including fraud perpetrated by Washakie leadership. The couple didn’t hear anything back for six months. Then an email came with an invitation: The FBI wanted them to meet with some agents in the bureau’s Salt Lake City office. That day, Bryan says, “they took a lot of notes. It lasted two hours, and they asked us to meet them again.” At the next meeting, Mary says, “they brought us into a conference room with a lot of different people,” including IRS agents. The couple handed over names, numbers, and connections between the Order’s multifarious members and businesses.
(Bryan and Mary have since brought a federal lawsuit against the Order, accusing the group of committing millions of dollars’ worth of welfare fraud. They say they are working with federal officials to bring charges for other crimes as well. Fearing Order members might seek retribution against them or their children—Mary and Bryan say they have been followed and once had a brick thrown through their window—the couple has moved out of the Salt Lake area.)
All the money pouring into Washakie was, by then, starting to attract attention elsewhere. “You had this little plant in Utah claiming to be producing millions of gallons of biodiesel,” says IRS agent Stephen Washburn. “That was a red flag.” In 2014, while the EPA’s civil division was still looking into Washakie’s renewable identification number claims, the agency’s criminal arm quietly opened an investigation. The IRS’ criminal branch—where Washburn works—soon followed suit. Agents from both organizations got busy subpoenaing documents from banks, shipping companies, and other outfits that Washakie had done business with—along with warnings not to tell anyone at the company about those subpoenas.
SOMEHOW DERMEN SMELLED the feds getting closer. It’s not clear exactly how extensive the truck stop tycoon’s umbrella really was, but several court cases have revealed that he did have well-compensated allies inside law enforcement, including at the Glendale, California, police department, the FBI, and the Department of Homeland Security. In March 2014, according to court documents, Dermen and Jacob took Dermen’s private plane to Houston to meet with their trusty fixer, Deryl Leon. After lunch at a local steakhouse, Dermen motioned for Leon to come outside with him and Jacob. He led Leon to a corner of the parking lot, out of earshot of the valets. Suddenly, he grabbed Leon’s wrist, which held a $22,000 Rolex.
According to Leon, Dermen said, “You’re being too flashy. You’re looking for too much attention.” He pointed at Jacob. “Do you appreciate what this man has done for you? Do you care about him?”
“Yes,” said Leon, fear rising in him.
“Would you do anything for this man?”
“Sure.”
“Would you be willing to leave the country?”
By now Leon was terrified. “What do you mean?”
“I’m worried because you’re weak. If they come at you, you’ll talk.”
Dermen then insisted Leon drive back to their hotel with him and two of his bodyguards. Riding in the passenger seat, Leon was petrified, he later testified. He thought he was about to get shot in the back of the head.
A few weeks later, Leon met Dermen again, at a gigantic birthday party for Jacob in Utah. (Dermen gave Jacob a present of a gold Ferrari. Nice, but not quite as impressive as the $1.8 million Bugatti that Jacob had recently given Dermen for his birthday.) Dermen again took Leon outside.
“How well do you know your wife?” he asked.
Leon spluttered. “We’ve been together 16 years!”
“Somebody’s talking,” said Dermen. “I don’t know if it’s her or who. Somebody’s talking.” He left it there. (Dermen’s lawyer, it should be noted, says these incidents didn’t happen.)
DESPITE HIS MISGIVINGS, the Lion apparently kept chasing his prey. In March 2015, Washakie banked $164 million in IRS tax credits. Jacob claims Dermen insisted they up the ante. Early the following year, Washakie filed for credits totaling $644 million. At that point, the company wasn’t producing a single gallon of biodiesel.
When Isaiah saw those claims, he freaked. “What are you doing?” he asked Jacob. “You just sent us to prison!” Not to worry, Jacob told him; Dermen had it all under control. They had the umbrella. But the sky was getting awfully dark.
In early February of 2016, according to Jacob, he got a call from someone at the Salt Lake City IRS office—he claims not to know who—with an urgent message: Federal agents were planning to raid Washakie’s offices. The family scrambled. Michelle Michaels, the former Order member, says her mother, who worked in one of the Washakie offices, told everyone there, “If you don’t need the record, shred it.” Michaels, 15 at the time, was drafted to help alter computer records. Hard drives on computers belonging to Jacob, Isaiah, and Rachel were replaced. Isaiah grabbed binders full of documents and stashed them in his car. According to court documents, Jacob says he called Dermen. The Lion was soothing. “I checked,” Dermen told him. “There’s not going to be a raid.”
At 8 am on February 10, a swarm of IRS, EPA, and Homeland Security agents rousted Jacob and Sally from bed. All those documents the investigators had been gathering had yielded enough probable cause for a search warrant. Jacob watched as they rummaged through his home for a solid nine hours. Meanwhile, more agents from the EPA and IRS were searching several other Order-related offices in Salt Lake City.
But they didn’t turn up much. “Federal agents found computers that had been wiped or recently replaced, empty desks, and empty bookcases with dust outlines where binders and other documents were recently stored,” prosecutors later noted sourly in court papers.
Two days after the raids, a badly rattled Jacob was in Las Vegas, meeting with Dermen in a suite at the Wynn, a high-end hotel on the Strip. According to Jacob, the fuel tycoon had Jacob strip down to his underwear to prove he wasn’t wearing a wire. With that confirmed, he told Jacob he hadn’t known about the raid but that “his boys” would try to take care of it. “Stay strong,” Dermen told him—and go tell Deryl Leon to stay strong too.
So Jacob boarded a plane to Florida and pressured Leon to meet him in a cheap motel room in North Miami, not far from the beach. Taking his cue from Dermen, Jacob had Leon take off his shirt and put his phone in the microwave. Leon assured Jacob he was not talking to the government. “Don’t worry,” Jacob told him. “There are people on the inside who are going to take care of this.”
“My attorney says I’m looking at a 20-year sentence,” Leon said.
According to Leon, Jacob growled, “There are worse things than a 20-year sentence.”
JACOB’S BARELY VEILED threat was a little late. Leon had panicked when he heard about the raid and immediately hired a lawyer to cut a plea deal. He was already talking eagerly to federal investigators by the time Jacob showed up. “He realized that search was the first card to fall in the house of cards they’d built,” says Washburn. “He decided he wanted out.” Leon was crucial, says Washburn, in cluing the investigators in to Dermen’s central role. Until then, they’d been primarily focused on the Kingstons.
The noose was tightening. A federal grand jury had been set up and was hauling in Washakie employees, and even one of Jacob’s wives, to testify. Federal agents were also rooting out other people who had spun scams with Washakie in the past and were pressuring them to talk. In March 2017, a Homeland Security agent who had worked with Dermen and Jacob was arrested and charged with illegally helping a business associate of Dermen’s travel between Mexico and the US. That August, federal agents waving search warrants ransacked Dermen’s home and businesses. It seems even Dermen started getting paranoid: According to one of his former secretaries, Dermen accused her of feeding information to the Feds and fired her—after she’d worked for him for 12 years.
Jacob later said that Dermen was ever confident and promised the Kingstons he could still make the investigation go away. But it would require spreading around some serious cash. Jacob added that Dermen told him he and Isaiah had to send $6 million to a go-between in Turkey.
At that point, though the brothers had bilked the government out of more than $500 million, they were almost broke. The money had been shared with Dermen, given to other Order businesses, invested in Turkish real estate, and blown on sports cars and parties. The brothers frantically drained all of Washakie’s bank accounts, laid off employees, and sold everything they could, including Jacob’s fancy cars and watches. Even Sally’s jewelry.
Jacob said they got the money to Dermen’s man in Turkey. But by then, he had apparently decided the umbrella wasn’t going to protect him from what was coming down.
On August 23, 2018, Jacob walked down a sky bridge at the Salt Lake City airport, heading for a gate from which a KLM flight to Turkey was departing. According to Bloomberg Businessweek, two of Jacob’s sons and their wives, along with Sally, were already on the plane. But before Jacob could board the aircraft, plainclothes federal agents stepped out and arrested him. Isaiah and Dermen were also taken into custody in Salt Lake City and Los Angeles, respectively, the same day.
In seven years Jacob had gone from living in a badly heated cabin in northern Utah to luxurious foreign hotels to a jail cell.
FOR A FEW months Jacob and Isaiah kept insisting to federal prosecutors that they were innocent. But then the Feds indicted their mother and Jacob’s wife Sally as well, for mail fraud and money laundering. They were all looking at possibly decades behind bars. Soon, all four agreed to enter guilty pleas and testify against Dermen in exchange for lighter sentences.
Being associated with the big-spending Armenian American and his polygamist partner has since become a serious liability. In February 2020, Belize’s prime-minister-elect resigned over allegations that he took a $50,000 bribe to help Dermen get citizenship in the tiny Central American nation. President Erdoğan is reportedly petitioning a Turkish court to have a picture of him with Jacob removed from news sites. A Beverly Hills lawyer pleaded guilty to bribing federal agents on Dermen’s behalf, and at least one of those agents is awaiting trial.
At one point, Jacob and Dermen found themselves in the same cell. “What happened?” Jacob asked.
It’s your fault, Dermen told him. It’s your family’s fault.
“You ruined my life,” replied Jacob.
Dermen’s trial began in January 2020. It lasted nearly two months. His lawyer, Mark Geragos, a high-dollar LA attorney whose former clients include Michael Jackson and Colin Kaepernick, argued that all of the fraud had been committed by the Kingstons; Dermen, he insisted, was just their innocent business partner. Much of the extensive testimony from Jacob, Leon, and others that incriminated Dermen, says Geragos, was false—confessed criminals trying to shift blame away from themselves. Via email, Geragos told me that the meeting in which Dermen had Jacob strip down to his underwear never happened. “Jacob is delusional,” Geragos wrote. The jury, however, thought otherwise. Dermen was convicted.
Dermen and Jacob are still sitting in the Salt Lake County jail awaiting sentencing, which has been delayed by the coronavirus pandemic. (In March, Geragos pushed for a retrial, arguing that the pandemic had panicked the jurors. He was denied. He is still fighting for a new trial on other grounds. Among other things, Geragos says that recently disclosed evidence shows Dermen had no involvement in the $6 million that Jacob sent to Dermen’s associate in Turkey just before his arrest, and that the money was sent to cover legitimate legal and business expenses.)
Dermen was found guilty of 10 counts of mail fraud and money laundering. He could spend the rest of his life behind bars. Jacob, even with his sentence reduced thanks to his cooperation, is still likely to spend many years in prison. He admitted to a total of 41 charges, including obstructing justice, fraudulently claiming to have made biofuel, and laundering more than $100 million.
“It was tax fraud on an almost unimaginable scale,” says Jacob’s own lawyer, Marc Agnifilo. “It’s really a simple fraud. The government is writing these million-dollar checks, $5 million checks, $20 million checks, just because you gave them some paperwork that shows that maybe you made biodiesel.”
Here’s hoping that the federal government has, then, learned something from the saga of the Lion and the Numbered Man. Because just one month before Dermen’s trial got underway, former president Donald Trump signed a five-year extension of the $1-per-gallon biodiesel blenders tax credit program.
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